terça-feira, abril 28

Memórias...


Dentro de mim um caminho, [quase] impossível, traçado em linhas sinuosas que não vejo – onde a luz nem se adivinha.

Recordo o teu cheiro – o que de ti ficou-me -, guardo-o em pequenas doses…
Tenho-te por capricho – menina mimada – ainda que descosida de ti.
Hesito sempre que Something se insinua, voz de uma consciência em chamas.

Até quando poderei resistir à vingança do tempo?!

1 comentário:

Anónimo disse...

"Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like no other lover
Something in the way she woos me

I don't want to leave her now
You know I believe and how

Somewhere in her smile she knows
That I don't need no other lover
Something in her style that shows me

I don't want to leave her now
You know I believe and how

You're asking me will my love grow
I don't know, I don't know
You stick around now it may show
I don't know, I don't know

Something in the way she knows
And all I have to do is think of her
Something in the things she shows me

I don't want to leave her now
You know I believe and how"


Eu tambem.